Vixen led me into the dimly lit room, the rosy scent mixed with the alcohol in my system made me dizzy.
I opened my mouth to correct the notion in Vixen's head. Nothing came out.
What if she thought I was a client, I needed to tell her that she was making a mistake and was wasting her time.
But as I watched her, all the words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat when my gaze met hers.
Vixen held my gaze as she pulled her gown over her head, I gulped.
In front of me in her matching lingerie I couldn't stop staring like a lovesick teenager.
The glint in her eyes made me guilty of my thoughts.
"I am not a..."
The words died in my throat as she palmed her breast, kneading them through the lacy material.
Her facial expression was like that of an innocent, Before I could summon the courage to say something more, she knelt in front of me.
I felt my cheeks flush from all the blood rushing to them.
It was at this moment I understood how anyone who has been in this situation felt.
I felt powerful.
Vixen stared at me through her lashes, biting her lip as she waited for me to say something.
"Vixen, I am not a..."
"I am at your service, mistress. Use me as you wish."
She cut me off, her eyes folded behind her as she stared up at me with innocent eyes.
Bitch, we both know there was nothing innocent about you.
I held my tongue before I could say what my mind wanted.
The image she portrayed sent a thrill through me.
I was holding the power and a wonderful woman knelt in front of me asking me to use her.
Killian has been enjoying himself, not just him but everyone that has been in this position before.
This could send a sane woman running.
I wondered what he would have done if he was in this position.
I chuckled under my breath, here I was thinking about him again.
Honestly Catalina, when will you fucking learn.
I was angry, I looked at Vixen and some of the anger faded away.
She was patiently waiting for her punishment. I changed Killian.
I pinned her with a look, "Dance for me, Vixen."
She nodded, her lips quivering as she looked at me.
She stood, her hips swaying side to side, her eyes on me and her hands in her hair.
Her head was thrown back, I relaxed on the chair watching her.
The pleasure honed in my body as the thrill of being the object of pleasure filled my body with want.
I motioned to her with my finger and she obeyed with no questions.
She came close, her hands on my body as she wiggled her butt in a sexual way that would send men to their graves.
"Dance my little Vixen,"
"Yes, mistress," she whispered.
Her eyes locked with mine once more as she bit her lip, her hands going to her breast.
Not feeling it, she reached behind and unclasped her bra, she flung it without looking.
Her breast jutted out, her nipples hard. I refused to look away, I wasn't attracted to women but there was something about being the master to Vixen.
It was liberating.
Her nipples were hard like pebbles as she teased herself.
"Mistress, is this okay?"
Shit, is she asking for my permission.
I nodded once, she smiled seeming satisfied with my answer.
She writhed as she touched her breast, her moans escaping her sensual mouth as she stared at me.
It felt raw, I wanted to look away but I couldn't.
She was a movie of her own, a masterpiece I wanted to unravel.
She was ethereal.
Her hands slid from her breast to her sides, her hips moving like she was in a trance.
I tried so hard to rack my brain wondering how to go about it.
I stood, taking measured steps towards her. She looked up at me with that innocent gaze but she didn't stop dancing.
I circled her like a prey, she was so good looking and if I swung that way, she would be at the top of my list.
"Mistress," she panted.
"Kneel,"
The command was so sharp that I instantly regretted my tone but she complied.
I was amazed.
I tweaked a nipple and it hardened the more as she let out a tortured moan.
I gave her a hard slap on her ass for her to shut up, she let out a squeal and my eyes widened.
Shit!
I turned her immediately, her eyes were wide and her lips parted.
"I am so sorry, Are you hurt?" I asked her as I inspected her body.
The silence forced me to look up, Vixen was looking at me with a confused look on her face.
I heaved a sigh, my cover had been blown.
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
"What? You are not..." she stammered.
"You are not a sadist," she said.
"I am not a sadist," I said, my voice suddenly small.
She nodded.
I took a step back to give her space as she collected her thoughts.
Her eyes bounced from one corner of the room to the next to avoid my eyes.
The floor for me has never looked interesting.
She stood up quickly grabbed a blanket lying on one of the chairs and wrapped it around her body.
I sat down on the chair and watched her turn the lights on, I winced.
It felt like I was being exposed for my lies.
"You are not a sadist?" she asked.
I nodded.
It was at the top of my head to apologize for some reason, I couldn't utter a word.
Vixen sighed, she hugged the blanket around her body tighter as she looked at me.
All evidence of pleasure has been wiped from her face and plain curiosity replaced it.
"What do you want from me?" she asked.